Page 68 of Payoff Pitch
She giggles. “Bumfuzzle.”
I shrug. “I have no idea. Is it a hairy butt? It sounds like one.”
Harper breaks into hysterics. “No, silly.” She looks up at Tanner. “Do you know, Daddy?”
He scratches his chin as he smirks. He definitely knows. Smart bastard. “Let me think. This one has me a little…bumfuzzled.”
Harper’s face and shoulders fall. “You know the word. I thought today was finally the day.”
He turns to me and winks. “It means confused.”
I nod in understanding. “I’ve certainly never heard of it before. I’m bumfuzzled that your father knows every random word ever created. I’d love to see him go at it with Kam over a battle of wits.”
Tanner smiles. “Anytime.” He sighs. “I need to head out to my meeting. Bailey, can you help me with something in the garage?”
“Sure, Mr. Montgomery.” I look at Harper. “Take out the eggs and any veggies you want in your omelet. We’ll make you a good breakfast before school. I’ll let you flip it today.”
Harper’s eyes widen with excitement. “Fun! Can we also have pineapples like you always eat?”
“Absolutely.”
As soon as she turns toward the kitchen, Tanner grabs my hand and pulls me toward the garage. Once in there, he takes me into his arms.
I wasn’t sure whether Tanner would be regretful, awkward, emotionless, or something similar today. But I definitely didn’t haverabidformeon my bingo card. I couldn’t have dreamed up anything better.
He kisses up my neck, and I moan, “Just so you know, my neck has always been my weakness. Your beard on my neck could probably make me come one day.”
I feel him silently laugh before he brings his eyes to mine. “I suppose that gives me something to work toward.” He rubs my arms. “Good luck tomorrow night. We’ll be rooting for you.”
“Will you be at the Cougars’ game?”
He nods. “Yes. I’ve got five clients playing in that game. I need to be there. They promised to show updates of your game on the big screen. Everything has clicked for you guys. I don’t see them beating you.”
“We’ll see. The girls are already talking about partying on South Beach when we win.”
His brows furrow, “Don’t party too hard.”
I can’t help but smile. “Are you jealous, Mr. Montgomery?”
He adjusts himself. “Ugh. Don’t call me that right now. Not when I can’t do anything about it.”
I giggle.
He tucks my hair behind my ear as his face turns serious. “Are you okay about last night? I know I came on strong and I know how I can be in bed.”
“What bed? That was a kitchen counter. The same one I’m about to use to make omelets.”
The corners of his mouth raise in amusement. “They’ll never taste as good as you. I can promise you that. I wouldn’t mind flipping you over like an omelet.”
I wouldn’t mind that either.
He nods at me. “We’re good?”
I run my fingers through his beard. “We’re more than good.” I smack his ass. “Go get to your meeting. I’ll text you from the hotel tonight, and I’ll see you when I get back.”
He gives me one long, hard kiss, along with an ass squeeze.
I walk back inside in a dreamy state until I see about twenty different vegetables sitting on the counter. “That’s a lot of veggies, Harper.”